Emily sat in a chair on a rather good sized patio and was looking off into the distance, Patrick still laid in bed since it was still relatively early. She couldn't believe they were married…again, he had been the only man she could honestly say I love you to. Of course she wasn't celibate those thirty-two years but she wasn't promiscuous, only three men in those thirty-two years came into her life, one of them she never dated they just had an understanding. His name was Joseph Cloud he was another professor of Native American but he had the advantage of being a Native American and growing up on a reservation. He was tall, dark, intelligent and everything Emily should love, any woman should love but she couldn't, she was in love with Patrick. As thirty-two years worth of memories began to come back to her everyday notice of things around her faded causing her to not hear Patrick get up and sit in the chair next to her.

"Em?" Patrick question with a bit of worry since she didn't take notice of him.

"Oh, sorry my mind wondered off." Emily replied as everything around her began to take shape again.

"Are you okay?"

"Yah, I was just thinking about well everything." Whispered Emily as she looked back at the horizon.

"Everything as in us or the time were there wasn't an us?" Patrick couldn't help but wonder what was going on with his wife.

"The time we weren't together. Please, oh god please don't take this wrongly. I don't regret marrying you I never have and never will the first time or this time. It's just…I…I realized how lonely my life was without you, how little love was in my life. I had Ben but I could never honestly tell anyone that I love you not without seeing your face." Proclaimed Emily as she stood up against the railing on the patio and turned to look at him with tears running down her face.

"Did you know that I waited, yes waited for two hours outside for you to come after me. You never did! I thought that you wanted me gone that you didn't love and I wasn't angry at you in the end, I was angry at myself. I was so angry at myself because I believed it was my fault because I couldn't make you love me the way I loved you. I saw myself as pathetic and ugly for so long, I just…." She couldn't hold on any longer the tears and pain had become to much for her to hold in, the sobs began to shake her body as thirty-two years washed over her. Patrick immediately got up and embraced her until her sobbing stopped.

"Don't cry, Emmy. Please don't cry anymore." Patrick begged her as he pulled away from her and lightly brought her chin up so she could see him. "I wanted to come after, I wanted to race after you and hold you in my arms until you gave in. Inside my head something told me you didn't want me to go after you because that's not the type of woman you are, but my heart told me something else. I stupidly didn't listen to my heart, it may have been broken into pieces but it still knew what it wanted." Cried Patrick as light tears began to actually leave him. "I have grown up a lot in these thirty-two years but everything I have done has been because I was thinking of you. Every little thing that has made me a better person was because I knew those were things you loved and admired. I love you, Emily. It may have been thirty-two years late but I did run after you Emily."

Tears fell from Emily's eyes once again as she fell in love with the man in front of her all over again. He wasn't as young as he used to be, nor as fit but to her none of those things matter the only thing that did was that he came after her, even if it was thirty-two years late. She couldn't complain though as Patrick leaned down and kissed her the way only he ever could.